Chris asked me a few weeks ago what I would do if I won the lottery. I immediately answered:
Go back to school.
Fortunately, I don’t have to win the lottery to attend the occasional class. I already tried the community college nearby. It was kind of disappointing.
I am a GRADUATE now. This high horse has a nice view.
So I thought I would pay real money for a class, and take an extension course. UCLA was calling.
UCLA seems so cool! The campus is beautiful, and they have so much going on all the time.
My class is very short, eight meetings of “Telling on Yourself: Self-Revelation through Memoir Writing”
That’s what I seem to be doing lately, in my reminiscent pieces about Alaska.
I fear, however, that this class will be full of blue-haired women wanting to tell their life story. We’ll see.
It doesn’t start until April, but only 20 people were allowed in. First come, first served. I got in.
Plus, it’s for credit. Maybe I’ll work my way all the way to a masters eventually.
Now all I need to do is figure out how to park without paying for it.